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When I was a teen in the 90s, I dunno I'd guess I'd say either '93 or '94, I entered an art contest at my local comic book shop, with a picture of a mutant I'd seen in a kind of "Where's Waldo?" style picture book of the x-men and their adventures. I drew the mutant (Forge) specifically because I really liked the fact that he had cybernetic limbs, although I think at that point I didn't know that he was a technopath, either because I wasn't perceptive enough or comic book storytellers were not at that time launching into the Information Age enough to make technopathy an exciting venture. In any case, I won second prize in this competition (which was, hilariously enough, judged by Rob Liefield, an Orange County native like myself, and John Romita Jr.) which was a lifetime subscription to a single comic that the store carried. During the years in which the comic store was in business, that single comic was Scott Lobdell and Andy Kubert's "X-men". Not the uncanny. Just straight up X-men. I was there during the Phalanx Covenant, the death of Blink Prime (single tear), I was there when Magneto pulled Wolverine's adamantium skeleton out of his body, and I was there when Xavier starred in a very special version of It's A Wonderful Life known as "The Age of Apocalypse".

So the X-men is simply the comic I experienced the most in my adolescence, so I'm just incredibly partial to it, is all. A couple of nights ago I was walking through manhattan and I saw a street vendor outside selling that same issue of the X-men, where Wolverine lost his metal, and Magneto lost his mind. It was an experience of just maybe a minute or two of just...instantly being back in that world again. There's nothing quite like it.